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Butterfly Kisses	By : jadedanime Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 4385 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Batman, any of the comics, movies or otherwise, not the characters(except original henchmen on occasion). I make no money off this work.

Chapter List
- 1-Punishment
- 2-Reward
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Butterfly Kisses, Chapter 1: Punishment
                She hadn’t realized she had fallen asleep until it was too late. She was supposed to have made dinner and cleaned the house. She had done neither. It was supposed to have been punishment for failing her given tasks the other day. For misfiring when it counted most. Now, she knew her punishment would be far worse than being forced to stay home and clean. SLAM! BOOM! Oh boy, I’m really in for it this time, she thought.
                “HARLEY!!!” He cackled. “WHERE ARE YOU, BABY DOLL?” Harley immediately sat up, trying to smooth her wrinkled outfit to do avail. Damn thing always needed steamed. The footsteps were getting louder as he walked down the entrance hall. Suddenly he was in the doorway, eyes ablaze, a knife being flipped in one hand. “There you are, Baby Doll. I, uh, see you haven’t cleaned like a good little girl.” He began to skip towards her.
                “I’m sorry, Mr. J. I just, I was just so tired. I fell asleep after I washed the dishes and scrubbed the floors. I really didn’t mean to. I’m so sorry, Pud…” SMACK! The back of his right hand collided with her cheek, the blade just missing her face, smearing her makeup, her mask flying off. He advanced further and held his knife to her cheek. She held statue still.
                “You see, Harley, I try to be so nice to you. You got three of my men killed three days ago. If Bob had done that, he’d be dead. But no, it was YOU. So I was nice. I was a good Daddy, I only asked my little girl to clean. Polish the floors, clean the toilets, do some dishes. I could have sliced you up like a turkey dinner, but no no no. Never Harley, eh? No. I couldn’t ever hurt my precious little girl.” His voice softened, and Harley began to relax as his hand began to gently stroke her tender cheek. She leaned into his hand and her eyes softened. Maybe he would be nice. “NOW THINGS ARE GOING TO HAVE TO CHANGE! HA HA HA HE HE HO HO!”
                He grabbed a fistful of her hair, shoving her onto the couch again, straddling her. A jolt of fear and excitement ran through Harley. She loved it when he was rough, but she had to admit, Mr. J was still a pretty scary guy.
                He ran the tip of his butterfly knife over her cheeks, across her nose, over her lips before heading south. He was careful not to cut, just to touch. The cool blade against her body felt good, but Harley knew better than to react. She carefully followed the blade with her eyes, making sure to avoid eye contact with her man. There was no quicker way to end up bloody than looking into his eyes at a time like this.
                All the meanwhile, Joker licked his lips, guiding the knife over her firm breasts, over her tone stomach, and down to her most sensitive area. He looked at her face, daring her to look at him. He had to admit he was starting to get hard just from thinking about her body pressed against his, his named etched into her beautiful skin from long ago. Judging by the look of her squirming, he knew she could feel him pressed into her thigh.
               “At tah tah, Baby Doll. You know better than to squirm. Is this,” He rubbed his growing erection against her clothed heat, “making you nervous? Go on, you can speak. I don’t bite.” He grinned.
                Keeping her eyes down she wasn’t sure how to react. She didn’t want to feel the blade’s edges any more than she already had. But she could sense him waiting impatiently for an answer. So she bravely chose: “Not nervous, Mr. J.”
                “Oh? Then what do you feel, come on Harls, talk dirty to your Mr. J.” He egged her on, grinding himself into her, watching her inner struggle. He had trained her well, but he knew she would break as always.
                “I’m feeling hot, Daddy.” Her eyes were nothing more than orbs of lust now. She couldn’t think straight, couldn’t see straight. All she could think about was him, his cock, the way he fucked. “All I want is to feel you deep inside of me. Making me sweat, making me hotter.”
                “Well I know something that will cool you down.” Her eyes went wide with fright as he brought his knife down into the flesh of her thigh. She screamed, tears immediately falling from her eyes. She began to shake. “I said I don’t bite, never said anything about the knife! Ha ha ha ha! He he! Oh that’s good! Ha ha ho ho!” He rolled off her, leaving his knife where it lay imbedded in her leg, blood dripping onto the couch.
                Suddenly he stood up, completely calm, like a switch. He leaned over her, hands on either side of her head. “Maybe next time, you’ll actually do your chores. Daddy won’t be so nice next time.” He dragged the blade out of her, ripping the flesh, tearing muscles. Would she be able to walk later? Who knew? He didn’t care at the moment. She needed punished and so that’s what he did, he had to. He laughed inwardly. But hell if it wasn’t fun for him in the process!
                He turned on his heel, towards the steps. He gracefully ascended, walked down the hall and slammed his office door shut. Harley let out a deep sigh. Well, that could’ve been worse. Poor Puddin’, he must have had a really rough day. And so Harley gathered herself up and hobbled to the bathroom.
                After she had cleaned herself up, Harley finished her chores. She scrubbed the bathroom down, got as much blood out of the couch as possible, and then used a hair dryer to dry it. Nothing worse than a wet butt! She was beginning to feel dizzy, and she knew she should either eat something or lay down. But she knew the second option wasn’t really an option at all. So she set to work on fixing dinner. She made enough for two, her and Mr. J. She figured maybe some food might make him feel better. She felt bad for him, she hated to see her Puddin’ struggle because of that annoying bat! She slapped the pasta harder than she meant to into a bowl, flinging little noodles all over the counter. Sighing, she counted to ten, a technique she had learned back in school to help calm patients with anxiety or anger down. She wasn’t sure which category she fit better into, to be honest. Not that it mattered.
                Upstairs the Joker sat polishing his collection of knives. His gloves lay neatly on the edge of his desk, out of the way of his bowls of water and polish. He was intent on cleaning them all tonight, in particular his favorite butterfly, the one stained with Harls blood. He groaned, his member still fully inflated from his earlier ministrations. He thought about jerking himself off, but that didn’t sound very appealing, what he really wanted was to bury himself deep inside his little girl ‘til she screamed. He shook his head and licked his lips, chewing on his scars. Yes, maybe he would have to further punish her later. But right now he was working.
                As if on cue, Harley knocked on the door and entered. She carried a small tray with a bowl of delicious smelling pasta and a nice tall bottle of beer. Oh, she was playing dangerous by bringing him a bottle. He smirked. He began to picture all the damage that could be done with a broken bottle. Harley shifted, making the floorboard creak and he snapped back into reality.
                “Aww, my little princess brought me dinner. Why don’t you come and sit on Daddy’s lap while he eats?” He stared straight into her eyes, and watched her legs almost buckle out from under her. He loved messing with her, having complete control over her.
                She wasn’t sure what to do. Would he pull the knife out again? He’s done worse. She just wanted to please her Mr. J. That’s all she ever wanted, and so she decided to do as he wished, carrying the tray over to his desk, setting it in front of him. She draped herself over his lap, using the armrests of his giant chair to support her back. She twisted and grabbed his beer, popping the already loose top off and holding it to his lips for a sip.
                He smirked once again and took a long sip as his favorite fuck tried so hard to please him. Then an idea came to mind. “Baby Doll, why don’t you feed Daddy too, while you’re at it? I’m awfully tired after such a long day.” He grabbed her hand and led it to the fork on the tray, guiding it above the pasta where he let go.
                Confident that she was cheering him up, she stabbed several pastas and using her other hand to make sure none fell onto her, or his, lap, she fed him. She set into a steady rhythm of pasta, pasta, beer until the bowl was almost empty. He smirked triumphantly the entire time, and she knew he was in a much better mood. And all because of her! That’s when an idea came into HER head. She stabbed a pasta and just when he opened his mouth, she quickly switched directions and gingerly put the fork into her mouth. She smirked and challenged him with her eyes, she was on a very little ledge and she knew it. A spark of fire flashed across his eyes. Oh no, I should NOT have done that! She cringed as his hands travelled to her hips, waiting for him to fling her off the chair.
              Instead he swung her around so they were face to face. “Try. That. Again.” He licked his lips. Harley was confused. He smirked and led her hand to the tray once again. He dared her with his eyes this time. Unsure she slowly stabbed the last pasta, carefully searching his eyes. As she led the pasta to her mouth she saw the lust bubble up from inside of him. His erection twitched and she knew she had made the right choice. As soon as the fork left her mouth he crashed his onto her lips. He had no struggle retrieving the noodle from the shocked Harley Quinn. And so he smirked as he chewed and then swallowed.
             “Dinner’s done, now it’s time for desert.” His eyes ablaze he wrapped her legs around him and carried her off to his room. Ignoring her winces and grunts of pain from her freshly cut leg. Nothing would stop him right now. He kicked open the door to his room, and flung her onto the bed.
              He stepped back, slowly undoing the buttons of his green vest. Once the buttons were undone he slowly slid out of the vest and draped it over a purple leather chair. He then undid his cuff links, then his tie, his shirt, each item being carefully laid onto the chair like the garment before. Harley’s leg had been pushed to the back of her mind now. She wanted nothing more than to please her man; she wanted to feel him torture her from the inside. But he was going so slowly. He was torturing her, and she was impatient. She began to reach behind her back for her zipper, wanting to get this show on the road.
              He grabbed her hand. “At tah tah! Let Daddy undress his little girl. She’s got a boo boo and Daddy has to take care of her.” He licked his lips and motioned for her to turn on her stomach.
              “Yes, Daddy J.” Harley replied as she flipped onto her stomach. She was so wet already. She was pulsing in her core. She felt his rough hands slide up her back, searching for her zipper. You would have thought he would know where it was by now, she smirked. He found it and torturously slow, began to pull it down. Once it was entirely undone, he slid the red and black fabric off her shoulders and began pulling it down her body. As he reached her hips he slowed. He didn’t want to hurt her, not right now anyway. So he went slowly and gently unstuck the fabric from her legs. The heat and smell of her arousal did not go unnoticed by him. And as he finally pulled her last inch off her, he buried his face into her lace covered pussy. She moaned as his nose pushed the fabric of her underwear inside her. He inhaled deeply and groaned.
              “Oh, Daddy J!” Harley cried out. She clutched at the sheets, feeling his tongue snake out and lick her.
              “Mmm, tangy.” He lifted his face and leaned back. He slowly traced his hand up his legs, coming to rest on her plump ass. She squirmed. “Now now, Harley. I have to punish you for earlier; you distracted me from my work.” She stiffened, afraid that he would pull his toothpick knife from his bed stand. “Don’t worry, Baby, you’ll enjoy this too.” He purred as he pulled a drawer open from his night stand.
              Oh no! Harley thought. She began to crawl away, but he grabbed her leg and pulled her back.
              “Somebody has trust issues!” He sang. “Now…hold. Still!” Joker flicked his knife open. Harley stiffened and grabbed a handful of sheets, preparing for impact. But it never came. Joker giggled and slowly ran the back of the blade down her spine. Slowly he hooked it under her lace boy shorts and…RIP! He tore away the impeding fabric. Harley let out a sigh as she heard the knife click close and felt her favorite underwear tossed aside.
              Without warning he thrust into her wet core. And she cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain at the sudden intrusion shoving her forward. But just as suddenly as he had started, he stopped. He withdrew himself from her core, flipping off of her onto his back to lie beside her.
              “Oh, Harls, you didn’t think I would give you what you want? Now where would your punishment be in that? No, you’ll have to work for it.” Harley looked over at the Joker, who was smirking. He slowly looked down. She knew exactly what he expected and she inwardly grimaced. She did not enjoy THAT.
               She carefully sat back onto her knees and began pulling his undone trousers. She stared at his green and purple checkered boxers. Licking her lips she pulled those down too, his erection springing back out, flinging a drop of precum, or was it her own juices?, onto her face. She boldly wiped it off and stuck her finger into her mouth.
               “Mmm, guess I do taste pretty good, Mr. J.” She giggled, trying to get herself prepared for what he wanted. It wasn’t that she had never given a blowjob; it’s just that she went to medical school and knew way too much about the male genitalia for her own pleasure. But if it was what her man wanted, it was what he would get. Staring him straight in his eyes she licked his cock from end to end, flicking her tongue around his head, tasting him, feeling him twitch.
                He groaned and smirked, burying his hands in her hair, attempting to force her onto him. Harley managed to keep him at bay long enough to lick her way around his cock at least once, making sure he was slick enough for her mouth to not catch. She wanted to be able to eat tomorrow. But soon he grew impatient and with one last grunt he pushed her mouth onto him, catching Harley off guard, her teeth raking against him. He twitched and grabbed her hair harder. “Careful babe, don’t draw blood…” He snickered. His head fell back onto his pillow as he pushed his favorite minion onto his throbbing erection over and over again.
                Harley was keeping up pretty well; she only gagged two or three times, mostly from poorly timed breaths. As time went along, she snaked her hand up his thighs to cup his pulsing balls, squeezing them gently, tugging, pushing his moment closer and closer. She snuck a glance up at her man, who was clearly lost in his own world. The sounds of his moans, the way he couldn’t say her name in full…She had to admit, it was pretty hot to see him like this. Soon she felt herself pulsing again. Damn I guess I’m starting to enjoy this after all…
                Lost in her own thoughts, Harley didn’t even notice the Joker’s oncoming orgasm. Off guard, cum spilled from her mouth, dripping onto her breasts and his thighs. The Joker began to squirm and groan. Suddenly, he sat up, forcing himself to rake against Harley’s teeth as she tried to clean the two of them off.
                “Ok, Baby Doll. Time for your reward…” The Joker smirked, flinging open the night stand, taking out four sets of handcuffs. Oh boy, this WILL be fun, Harley smirked right back.
                “Oh, Mr. J!” She cried as he pushed her onto her stomach, straddling her, “forcing” her into the handcuffs. Yes tonight, Harley would be rewarded. After all, she is his favorite little girl.

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